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Chapter 2
There was a hot topic in the previous life, how to get rich if you go back to 20 years ago.

The answers were all kinds of strange. Some people said that they went south to find a pony.Some people say to go north to buy a house, or go to Hangzhou Park to find a little man who can read English.

Small, the layout is small.

If you go back to 20 years ago, you are the capital.

However, if you go back to 20 years ago, you have no capital, no family status, no education, and you are about to starve to death. How do you get rich?

There are not many choices.

Entering the factory to make screws, including food and shelter, and factory girls, simple and well-behaved.

Or, start with a bowl?

When Han Qiao walked out of Jinhua Station, he felt the atmosphere of the times. There were no high-rise buildings in his previous life, and the flat and low houses were scattered. The road was still a cement road.

The city is sleeping in the aftertaste of the New Year's Eve.

There is a car ticket office not far from the train station. Han Qiao walked over to have a look, oh well, the ticket from Jinhua to Hengdian is 30 yuan.

A penny can't beat a hero, so let's solve the problem of eating first.

Han Qiao picked up the sack and wandered aimlessly along the road.

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The railway station is a magical place, where people come and go from north to south gather, and even around the railway station, there are all kinds of basic necessities of life.

Han Qiao's goal was to find a casual worker in a small restaurant around the train station, with food and lodging included, and scrape together enough money to buy a train ticket to Hengdian.

On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, the New Year’s Eve has not yet passed, but there are still many restaurants opening around the train station.

Han Qiao picked up the sack and went around to the train station, where he found a restaurant street.

Han Qiao found a busy breakfast shop, picked up the sack and walked over.

This breakfast shop is at the head of the snack street. Its business is booming. There are breakfast snacks from the south and the north. The owner is a woman in her forties.

Han Qiao stood at the door and observed for a while. The female boss was neat, smart and capable. She was in charge of the front desk by herself, orderly while busy, without any panic.

Han Qiao took a deep breath, walked up to the boss, and smiled honestly, showing his teeth: "Hi boss, I'm from Chongqing, do you want to hire small workers here?"

The boss glanced at Han Qiao and kept working on his hands: "He's from Chongqing, how old is he?"

"Eighteen." Han Qiao took out his ID card from his pocket.

"Do you have a temporary residence permit?" The boss took out fried dough sticks from the oil pan without looking at his ID card.

Han Qiao was taken aback. The temporary residence permit is a special certificate for the management of migrant workers in New China. It was first implemented in Shenzhen and later spread to the whole country.

This certificate is also simple to say, if you have relatives in the local area, or you have a rental contract, or you have a work unit, you can issue a certificate and go to the police station to apply.

But it was also difficult. In his previous life, Han Qiao also avoided the law enforcement officers checking the temporary residence permit when he was a child, which left a deep impression on him.

"Boss, look, I just got off the train, and I don't have time to do it." Han Qiao lowered his head honestly and whispered.

"I don't dare to use it without a temporary residence permit, young man, you can go to another place and ask." The boss refused, put the fried dough sticks in the soy milk, and turned around to send it to the customer.

Han Qiao sighed, picked up the sack, and started to ask questions along the snack street.

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noon,

There is no snow in Jinhua, but it is still very cold. The cold in the south is a magic attack, and no matter how much clothes are added, it will not work.

Outside the snack street, there was a small stone pier. Han Qiao sat on the stone pier, staring at the restaurants in the distance in a daze.

He died before he got out of the apprenticeship.

These days, a temporary residence permit is necessary to find a job, and the ID card is not good enough, and no one dares to use a young man from out of town with unknown background.

If he had a mobile phone in his hand, Han Qiao should send a B almost to ask.

Just reborn, hungry nine meals in three days, how to start, urgent!
There was a gurgling sound from my stomach, I got off the train in the morning, and I ate four steamed buns, which were half the size, and four steamed buns were just a snack.

Han Qiao's hungry eyes turned black, and he finally couldn't bear it any longer. He picked up the sack and walked towards a dumpling shop.

This dumpling shop is the last one in the snack street. The business is mediocre, but there are people from time to time. The bosses are two elderly people with gray hair.

Han Qiao walked into the store. The store was not big, with four tables set up, eating and processing at the same time.

It is the uncle who greets the customers in front, and the aunt makes dumplings in the back.

Han Qiao went to the table and sat down, put down the sack, and shouted to the uncle: "Boss, here are some dumplings."

"Okay."

The uncle's hair is white, and he is in his sixtieth year, but his body is strong. He cooked a bowl of dumplings neatly, brought them out and put them on the table.

Han Qiao picked up his chopsticks and cooked the rice first.

After eating a bowl of dumplings in 5 minutes, I guess my stomach is only [-]% full, so I asked the uncle to serve another bowl.

After eating three bowls one after another, Han Qiao felt his body warm up.

Putting down the bowl, he looked at the uncle furtively, feeling a little guilty, he ate it, but there was no money for it.

Han Qiao didn't think about running, he just lowered his head and sat on the chair in a daze.

I don't know how long the time has passed, and the store is idle.

The uncle cleaned up the countertops, carried the teapot and walked to sit in front of Han Qiao, took a sip of tea, smashed his mouth, looked at Han Qiao, and said cheerfully: "Boy, I have been in the store for so long, and you are the first one to come to the door." Eat the overlord's meal."

"I have a good appetite. I can eat three bowls of dumplings."

Han Qiao blushed, wondering what the hell was going on, Na Na said, "This...Master, as the saying goes, being able to eat is a blessing."

Han Qiao stood up, bowed deeply to the uncle, and said in shame: "Master, to be honest, I haven't eaten all day. I came from Chongqing and I don't have a penny on me. If it weren't for your three bowls of dumplings, I would have eaten them in the evening." I have to lie down at the train station."

"Chongqing." The old man glanced at Han Qiao. He is quite tall, estimated to be 175cm, but thin and dark-faced. He looked like he had suffered a lot: "How old is it? Running outside alone, don't worry at home? "

"To tell you the truth, I just turned eighteen a few days ago. There is no one at home, and I am alone. I can't live anymore. I want to go out and venture out." Han Qiao had no choice but to lie, but three points were false, seven points Really, it is true that both parents died. Although there is a brother and sister-in-law in the family, they didn't take him seriously.

"Oh." The uncle put down the teapot. As the saying goes, people who are kind-hearted don't do business. There are a lot of people who suffer hardships and suffer hardships. If you see one, you can help one, and don't do business: "Your boy is naked. Come on, let's count today." Now, go home early, at least there will be something to eat at home."

Han Qiao quickly thanked him. In fact, he had seen this dumpling shop before he came in. The old people are generally kind-hearted and not angry. A severe beating was inevitable.

Han Qiao glanced at the dumpling shop and found that the dishes in the sink were not washed, so he stood up and rolled up his sleeves: "Master, thank you for allowing me to eat three bowls of dumplings today. I have no money and only a handful of strength. In this way, In the afternoon, I'll be here to help you greet guests, and you don't need money, just treat it as my meal money."

Han Qiao didn't wait for the uncle to refuse, he hurried to the sink to pay, and cleaned the dishes quickly.

The uncle took a sip of tea, smiled, and didn't refuse, this kid is a thief.

In the afternoon, there were not many customers in the dumpling shop.

After Han Qiao cleaned the dishes, he helped his aunt make dumplings. In his previous life, he was a wanderer alone, so it was easy to do laundry and cooking, and there was no technical content in making dumplings.

The aunt is an old man with gray hair, but she likes this handsome young man very much. He is quick in his hands and feet, serious in his work, and well-behaved.

"Xiao Han, do you have any relatives when you come to Jinhua?" The aunt picked up a dumpling made by Han Qiao, with a neat appearance and no filling, she couldn't help but nodded.

The store is no better than at home. If there are too many stuffings, you will lose money, and if there are too few stuffings, customers will have opinions. How to pack big stuffing and not many stuffs is a matter of knowledge.

With quick hands and feet, Han Qiao wrapped one up again, put it on a wooden board, and smiled honestly: "I don't have any relatives, just to see if there is a Hengdian here, come and see if there is a chance."

"Hengdian." The aunt glanced at Han Qiao, and she started to talk a lot: "I know Hengdian. Many movies are shot there. The young man is so handsome, it really looks like he made a movie."

"How can I, aunt, I'm just a little superficial, not better than aunt, not only is my bone good-looking, but my heart is also the heart of a Bodhisattva." Someone Han opened his mouth and came.

Just blowing it up, anyway, I am still young, and at first glance, I look like a straightforward boy with no intentions in the mountains.

"Hahaha, I'm old and old." The aunt laughed, no woman doesn't like to be praised.Even aunt.

Han Qiao explained to the aunt what is the appearance of the skin and what is the appearance of the bones, which made the aunt very happy.

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Han Qiao made fifty dumplings, and the aunt took him to sit at the dining table to rest.

Although there are refrigerators in this era, small restaurants will definitely not be equipped with them.

Han Qiao took the bowl that the aunt handed over, took a sip of water, and blew for a long time, with smoke coming out of his throat.

At this time, a customer came in from outside the door.

Han Qiao immediately put down the bowl, and walked over to entertain: "Welcome, our store has fresh dumplings, rice, and noodles. See what you want."

The customer was a little worried, and Han Qiao was enthusiastic, and he sold it passionately: "I think it's better to have dumplings, the dumplings in our store are all freshly wrapped in the afternoon, and the pork is all fresh pork bought early in the market in front, so you can eat it satisfactorily. "

When the customer heard it, it was ok, he nodded and said, "Just a couple of dumplings."

Han Qiao sat down facing the customer and brought over tea.

The old man was stunned by this trick. In this era, there are no routines like those of the direct sales store in his previous life, but Han Qiao's greeting is really beautiful, and he doesn't give people a chance to think about it.

It was still the aunt who smiled and slapped the uncle and asked him to cook the dumplings.

Seeing that nothing was wrong, Han Qiao went outside to greet customers, and after a while, a whole family came, and the shop became busy again.

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Seven o'clock in the evening.

It's night in the city. In this era, there are not so many street lights. It's dark outside at night, only the train station is brightly lit.

Dinner in the evening was naturally boiled dumplings again. After Han Qiao ate two bowls, he could last until noon tomorrow.

After dinner, I started to tidy up the store, mopping the floor, wiping the table, and tidying up the countertops.

Busy and sweaty, I checked the time, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

After the uncle and aunt finished changing their clothes, they came down from the attic.

This storefront has two floors, with the storefront on the bottom and the attic on the top for goods and people to live in.

The uncle and the aunt originally wanted to clean up, but in the end, Han Qiao insisted and said that he had eaten dumplings at night, and his parents said that they would repay their kindness before they died, and the old couple were too embarrassed to refuse.

"Xiao Han, why don't you live in the attic tonight?" Seeing that Han Qiao was sweating all over, the aunt tugged at the uncle's sleeve and said.

Chatting with Han Qiao in the afternoon, I knew that Han Qiao was not familiar with the place where he lived and had no place to live.

The uncle looked at Han Qiao and wanted to speak, but he didn't make a sound.

Han Qiao laughed, and Hanhan said, "Auntie is fine, I'm sleeping at the train station."

Picking up the sack, waved at grandpa and aunt, and headed towards the train station.

"Hey, Xiao Han." The aunt behind him called.

Han Qiao turned around, the aunt pulled the uncle, trotted to Han Qiao, took out five yuan from her pocket, and stuffed it into Han Qiao's hand: "Xiao Han, you are a good boy, you will continue to help tomorrow, aunt is fine." Yes, dumplings are enough."

"Here's five yuan, don't refuse, it's not too much, it's cold at night, don't be hungry anymore."

Aunt is a little embarrassed. In fact, people can live in the attic, but Han Qiao's origin is unknown after all.

"I can't do it to my aunt." Han Qiao was overjoyed that what he gave would be rewarded. He pushed away the hand of the aunt who handed the money, his face was flushed, and he looked like a simple and honest boy: "Master, you can let me have food today. You already have the heart of a Bodhisattva, and it’s too late for me to be grateful, how dare I ask for money.”

Han Qiao didn't ask for any money, picked up the sack, and headed towards the train station in a hurry.

You can’t ask for this money. In fact, people are most afraid of being clean, especially if they think they are clean. It’s best to be in debt.

Currently, except for borrowing money.

Don't you see, before borrowing is grandson, after borrowing is Lao Tzu.

difficult!
(End of this chapter)